Weed? No, it's not normal weed. It's some fucked-up skunk, class A, I-can't-think-let-alone-move shit. Doesn't sound very good to me. Well, neither me. But it depends what flicks your switch. And the light is on and burning brightly for the masses. Anyway, do you know anyone? I know a man, yes. Rory Breaker. Not that madman with an afro? I don't want anything to do with him. You won't have to. Just get me a sample. No can do. What's that? A place near Katmandu? Meet me halfway, mate. Look, it's all completely chicken soup. It's what? It's kosher. As Christmas. The Jews don't celebrate Christmas, Tom. Well, never mind that. I'm gonna need some artillery too, couple of sawn-off shot-guns. This is a bit heavy. This is London, not the Lebanon. Who do you think I am? Think you're Nick the Greek.